My memories of this little holiday go back to sixth grade, when we begged my teacher, on hands and knee, to let us celebrate Pi Day, seeing as the other sixth grade class was, and why couldn't we have pie like they were? So my teacher printed out special math worksheets involving things that had to do with Pi, but when we came back from recess, she had bought three pies from the nearby market. I don't know why, but I loved that day; probably because it was a sunny day in March, just like today was (but at the time my allergies weren't beating me up. Lucky younger me!)
Good old March--gorgeous blue skies!Anyway, math this year is comparable to me sitting a dark, damp cave that's too small and which drips water from the ceiling. So, in essentials, miserable. My class is comprised mostly of boys--now, I have nothing against most of them, but this group of boys are the ones that never do their work, nor do they shut up, so my math teacher is always frustrated. I swear, some people in that class must try hard to get a .4 GPA...
Having been Pi Day yesterday, the other math teacher decided to celebrate. I was downright positive that my class would not be "celebrating", judging by the 57% class average. My teacher wrote up on the board that it would be a work day, and so I dutifully got my work out like we're supposed to. My teacher got in front of the class with a little slip of green paper, and read off the names listed on it. My name was one of them (one of the seven, mind you), and he said that the people he'd just listed were the ones who had a grade in the class higher than a D, and that we could go to the other class and eat Pi and watch movies to our heart's content! Now, my grade isn't so fabulous; math really is not my subject in any way, shape or form, so I enjoyed this treat especially, and spent second period watching Up. What a good little day!
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